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[Kyrel Ren]

Following the resurrection by two mad Sith Lords. One of which was a scientist of sorts, the other a necromancer. The being that was Kyrel Ren or what used to be as such now stuck in a mixture of parts. Limbs and body parts from different beings. His body while looking as if a disfigured human on the inside was anything but. Especially with an acidic like blood, even a whip like tongue that would allow him to devour his enemies. Consuming them entirely. Even his spinal and skeletal structure was infused with corrupted kyber crystals.


Following his resurrection as a monster. The former Master of Ren was imprisoned within a casket of sorts. On a derelict freight or. Yet another way for his makers to torment him even further. For within the bowels of the ship itself. There was nothing on but the emergency power, hardly any life support systems. Nothing but a ghost ship that hung on the very edges of the Outer Rim. Transmitting a distress beacon. Yet a test to see what the newly brought back monster would do from here on out.

Even with the eerie confines of the ship. Within the coffin the monster, the creature awoke, and while he had the habit to breathe first thing. It was not living, for how could one be technically alive if they did not have the urge to take on oxygen? Kyrel did not. For what Kyrel did see was the coffin in front of him. Panic would normally take over every sense. Yet it did not. He just lied still. The voice of the squid faced maker still ever so whispering in his ear just as if a sweet madman’s comforting lullaby.


Now he did nothing but wait even as the ship kept moving through the utter darkness that was space. Who or what would be brave enough to enter the ship, open the casket and to see what horror that would lie in it. They would not have a cool on what they were prepared for. The beacon still sending out the signal. Constantly pinging out for anyone and anything to find it. The creature had been released out on the galaxy.

 

[Ravenous]

With murderous conviction, Ravenous' chestnut eyes bore into the blue clouds of energy and gas before him the varying patterns of light almost nauseating to the man...or thing. The past few years had not been kind to him, endless fighting, endless death, and suffering it was too much to ponder too much to risk. For his goals to be achieved, for his role as a successor to be realized Ravenous had to become something less than human but greater than mortal. By simply denying himself a right he was granted from birth Ravenous has cut himself off from the world and bridged the gap between him and his predecessor.

Closing his eyes Ravenous waded through the endless bog that was the Force his mind and psyche diving into its endless pools of knowledge. The deeper he swam the more connected to the world he became and the darker his outlook shifted. At the bottom of the swamp was a small crimson light stagnant and radiant with energy. Ravenous pressed towards it his curiosity piqued. Despite the danger signal's the energy gave off Ravenous touched the light its crimson hue quickly becoming a darker shade. "Pain. Loss. Tragedy. Lust for freedom. Like a cage...or a coffin." Ravenous knew that feeling. To live in such a strange world. To hang over the gaping mouth of death isn't life. It's preservation and it's a danger. Whatever that was. Whoever that was, Ravenous had touched their presence and peered into their energy. With his power, Ravenous can look through others as if he were opening a door between their minds...The thing is he can't close the door until he's left...

"Incoming contact." Whirred a sinister electronic voice that cut the air like a dagger. "Coordinates eight. Five. Seven. In grid nine." Ravenous slumped his throne his hand propping up his chin as he fell into deep thought. It wasn't as if he were headed anywhere major, a simple reallocation of his forces was in effect but that was inconsequential. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to screw around for a bit and investigate this strange occurence.

"Captain. Drop us out of hyperspace and jump us to those new coordinates." The Captain a tall slender Zeltron scoffed at Ravenous earning the Dark Jedi's gaze. The message proving effective the Zeltron tended to his post causing the ship to shudder as it returned to realspace. Seconds after The Abysmal jumped to hyperspace once more its new coordinates leading it towards Kyrel Ren .

 

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There is much that the galaxy fears. The crushing dark that gives no light and steals the breath from your lungs, the cloying, sickly sweet taste of the strangers words as he leads you closer to the place you do not want to go but have no choice other wise. The shifting fluid form of the thing that hunts you in the dark, in the light, in the dwindling times of dawn and dusk. The thing that does not fear the light or the dark and its impossible inconceivable form that you cannot look at without fear wriggling its way into your gut. The galaxy is ruled by fears, and the strongest of these is the unknown.

The shifting form of sand and stone and cold predatory intent slips through the hallways. It looks almost human, with limbs that move with calculated correctness and dark brown hair bouncing as the walk. It is wavy, with streaks of grey, and when one looks at it they know that it is too smooth, too clean and brushed. It should be knotted, wrapped around bones that could not be there and tangled around hidden orbs that should not be eyes.

It nears the placement of the coffin, where the being can sense the presence of another monster. And as it moves it bring with it the fear, trailing behind him like an icy wave. It feels of frozen fingers that brush against the spine, trailing up each bone and resting on the back of the neck, It sings of a shape that is too large, too vast to fit within the too human form shown to the world. It sings of a hunter, and it beats with a rhythm that all prey will recognize as the blood fever of the hunt.

Before them is not prey. Before them is a coffin. A gnarled structure of twisted metal and sharpened edges. Too long fingers brush over the controls, and for a moment the desert takes a moment to siphon the fear from the being inside. The stifling feeling of walls on all sides and a darkness that consumes even the smallest of light is a delicacy to their form and they relish each second.

The coffin beeps, and the top slides off. They did not know the man's name when they entered, but they did not need to. It is whispered in their mind as the form inside is revealed. "Hello Kyrel." They say, their voice ringing throughout the metal room. A chaotic sound that bounces back an forth around ones head. It is a natural sound, of course, caused by the vast size of the room and the metal that it is made of. It is a natural sound, despite the ear piercing pitch and the speed at which it bounces. It jolts at the mind, tugging it this way and that and pulls at the nerves within the brain, sending waves of pain with each new reverberation. It is natural, of course, because so few can handle the thought that is is something else.

"That is quite the form you have been given." They do not smile, but the laughter echoes in their impossible voice.

Ravenous Kyrel Ren